"Impossible."
Yi Qihang shivered all over at the thought of the blade slicing downwards.
He trembled as he touched himself from head to toe.
Every part of his body was intact, everything was fine, he hadn't lost a single piece.
If not for that experience being too frightening, with memories too vivid, he would have thought he was dreaming.
But if he wasn't dreaming, and he really had gone through that, why was he still alright?
Or perhaps, Xiao Yuan was just trying to scare him and didn't actually do anything to him?
With this thought, Yi Qihang's courage grew.
He thought Xiao Yuan was all talk, only good at intimidation. If it came to real action, he didn't have the guts. He didn't understand why Anning, who had a perfect man like him, chose to marry such a jerk instead.
Thinking of Anning, Yi Qihang felt a pang in his heart.
She was meant to be his wife, so why in this lifetime did she become someone else's? He couldn't be reconciled to it.
